My first best friend and "pet", was a rescued Miniature Doberman named Trooper. Trooper had some serious trust issues. Love, affection, and consistency brought him out of his "dark period". Personally, I never looked at Trooper as a dog, or a pet. He was a member of the family and was treated as such. We did everything together. He lived a long happy life. My friends father trained dogs in Wisconsin on his farm. He worked specially with Pit Bulls and other medium to large size dogs with bad reps. I worked with him for 3 months, so my knowledge of dogs and they're behavior is fairly advance. Working with animals over the years at shelters and personal experience has helped me further my love for animals.